The Chronics of Peter

“Oblivio Gate” by Sean Nevin: Part 4

The moon
          is the rice-paper lantern
		               left burning in the garden

Long after the last house light
          is put down.
		               Wind sweeps its circles

across the empty lawn
          and back again.
		               All night

I search you
          for signs of recognition—
Solomon? Solomon?

I float your name 
          out into the darkness:
        		       a word, a flame,

A silver prayer kite rising,
          rice paper,
		               balsa,

twine for the rigging,
          remember this.
                 Remember.